Western States
This coming weekend marks one of the biggest races in the trail running world, The Western States Endurance Run. It’s one of the most grueling and challenging races out there; 100 miles up and down the Sierra Nevada mountains on rugged trails. Yikes. The thought of it has me shaking in my muddy mizunos. This race is WAY out of my league. Nonetheless, I know a few folks who are running it and find the whole thing fascinating. I stumbled across one guy’s chronicles of his training and race experience for his local paper. His blog has 6 posts in the series so far. Check out Part 1, “Journey of 100 miles” and Part 6, “A Moveable Feast”. Some points he touches on that resonated for me: 1) yes, 99.9% of people think ultra-runners are crazy. This fact hit home last weekend when I was called “psychotic” and “sick” after recounting my latest ultra adventure. But really, it’s such a great community of people that I’m thrilled to have plugged into this past year or so. And do I look psychotic to you? (Feel free not to answer that). 2) the sheer number of calories needed by your body to finish one of these races is incredible. And damn, PB&J never tastes so good as it does after a long race. I read recently that some of these guys consume 2 gels (100 calories each) per hour throughout a 100-mile race, or something like 40-60 gels to help them get to a total of 12,000 calories!
I’ll be running the lowly Seafair marathon this weekend (I AM registering today), but will be cheering on all the brave folks who even attempt this race. In particular, I’m pushing for Brian Morrison, one of my coaches for last year’s 50K, and a bit of a legend in the ultra-running world. Go, Brian!
